Listening to her words, although Su Luoran felt uncomfortable, he was better than before.

I also faintly attached some importance to Fu Ninghao in my heart.

If you said that you looked at him differently just because he was Qing Yao's younger brother before, now you really have two more gratitude.

"Boys are born with an advantage in physical fitness, and girls should be cared for by boys." Su Luoran looked reasonable, "If all the things in the family are done by women, then this man is really despicable." ”

Fu Qingyao said with a smile: "That means that in the future, your family's housework will be done by you." ”

Su Luoran thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, I tend to hire a nanny, if you want me to do housework, I will respect your request." ”

Fu Qingyao: "......"

At this moment, Mo Keyan came over, "Qing Yao Luoran, what are you doing standing at the door, didn't you say that you want to take us to familiarize yourself with the environment?" ”

"Well, I'm looking at what's in the kitchen to cook, and I'm going to eat at night."

Miss Mo obviously didn't think about this problem, and looked at the primitive kitchen, dumbfounded.

"It's ...... Kitchen range? ”

Regardless of whether she is unsure, shouldn't this thing be seen in costume TV dramas?

What does it mean to be here now, let them use this stove to cook.

Thinking of this, Mo Keyan's eyes lit up, and she walked in front of the stove in a circle around her.

"Wow, it's really a stove, this is a stove, throw firewood or straw into it, what kind of ignition is used, flint?"

Fu Qingyao broke out in a cold sweat, "Please." Although it is true that the things in our house are a little older. But the daily necessities have not aged to ancient times. There are still such things as lighters. ”

"Do you have a lighter?" Mo Keyan was a little disappointed on her face, and she looked like she was about to leave, "Okay, I'll use the lighter to cook for all of you." ”

Fu Qingyao: "......"

Su Luoran: "......"

Yin Qinglin, who had just walked over, was speechless, and said, "You haven't even washed a bowl since you were a child, and you can cook rice, don't poison us to death." ”

Sure enough, it was still the same poisonous tongue as always, Fu Qingyao silently praised Yin Qinglin. "Let's not talk about it, let's take you to the village first, and go to Teacher Fu's to familiarize yourself with the environment."

"Hmm."

The bedroom door was locked, the door was covered, and several people walked towards the school.

"Eh, don't you need to lock your door?" Mo Keyan adjusted the focus of the camera and faced the main doorway.

"Isn't the bedroom locked?"

"I mean the gate."

"Oh, we don't have to lock the door here, everybody, don't worry. It's all acquaintances, and no one will come in to get something. ”

Su Luoran didn't pay much attention to the conversation of several people, and his mind had drifted there without knowing it.

The sun rises in the east. Under the light of the morning sun, only to hear a "squeak", a girl with pigtails walked out from behind the door.

It was an adobe house with a thatched roof, a bamboo fence in front of the door, and a lot of green bamboos in the yard, hibiscus among the bamboo branches, and maybe some roses.

Thatched eaves earthen wall, hibiscus fence bamboo, Mo on the flowers bloom like brocade, and the tiger sniffs the rose.

All this is so beautiful, and it is such a barren and poetic place that has raised people like Zhong Lingyu like Qing Yao.

Well, these are all the fantasies that Su Luoran put someone in his heart.

Although I have thought of the gap between imagination and reality, all this is shown in front of me......

still made a few people accept incompetence a little, and completely broke the imagination of Chinese mountain villages.

The rugged mountain roads, the barren land, the barren mountains in front of the eyes, and the old faces of the ravines

Picturesque farmhouse scenery? No!

A secluded life? No need to talk!

Some are just the people of the mountain villages who are struggling under the poverty line, and their greatest wish is just that one day a golden phoenix can fly out of the mountain nest, and a baby can fly out of the mountain to bless their hometown.

The mountain road is not very easy to walk, but fortunately, Mo Keyan and the others have not walked such a path, and they are very interested in taking pictures and taking pictures at the same time.

Walking all the way, I saw the houses on the side of the mountain road, all of them were like Fu Qingyao's family, I had a few exclamations at first, but I saw a lot in the back, and I lost interest in shooting.

Even with the foreshadowing in front, when they saw the dilapidated school, Su Luoran and the three of them were still shocked.

Quietly, Mo Keyan turned on the camera again and filmed what she saw in front of her.

"Here we are, this is where we will teach for the next month, Fujiacun Primary School."

Is this row of adobe houses in front of you really an elementary school?

This is the voice and question of everyone who sees the school, but the sound of reading in the room and the big words "Fujiacun Primary School" on the sign next to the classroom door are telling them that this is a primary school.

"Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near. Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun's face is reddening. The grass crept out of the soil, tender, green ......"

The students were reading the texts aloud, and Fu Qiyao was standing on the podium, with his back to the students, and was writing on the blackboard with chalk.

Fu Qingyao and the four of them stood at the door, and soon some students found out, and they were a little absent-minded for a while, and they chattered.

Fu Qiyao turned his head and found several people standing at the door.

Seeing Fu Qingyao and the others, Fu Qiyao put down the books and chalk in his hands, instructed the students to familiarize themselves with the texts, and greeted them.

"Fu Ying, you're here."

"Teacher Fu." Fu Qingyao introduced the two parties, "This is the classmate I said on the phone that I asked to come over to help teach you, this is Su Luoran, Yin Qinglin and Mo Keyan." ”

"Hello, hello." Teacher Fu smiled, a smile appeared on his upright face, "You are welcome to come to Fujia Village as a guest, and you are also welcome to come to Fujia Village Primary School to help teach these children." ”

"Hello Teacher Fu." As usual, Su Luoran did the public relations of the three, "We have all heard about your deeds Qingyao, you put your youth and lifelong energy here for the children in the village, so you can hand over Qingyao and them, this spirit is really a model for my generation to learn, and it is a person who is admired by our younger generations." ”

said a lot of things, and he really deserves to be a person who is used to being an official in school.

The eloquence is really speechless, the sincere emotions in those words, if it weren't for Fu Qingyao knowing that he had never seen Fu Qiyao, and he didn't know his story in advance, he would still think that this person really admired Fu Qiyao.

The effect is also very significant, Fu Qiyao has taught all his life, and he has not been praised like this, so he can't help but be at a loss for a while.

plus the Mandarin spoken by the other party, and the dialect he spoke, was even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, Fu Qingyao solved this embarrassment for him, "Teacher Fu, do you want to introduce us to the situation of the school first, so that we can make a plan and make a table, after all, there are four of us, and there is only one in the class." ”

That's right, because there is only one teacher in the village, all the students are in one large classroom, and Fu Qiyao teaches all the courses from the first grade to the sixth grade alone.

Later, with Wang Qing's help, she shared the first and second grade courses, and the burden on Fu Qiyao was lighter.

Fu Qiyao glanced at the classroom behind him and said, "Otherwise, I'll come to you after school and talk about this matter, I'm still in class." ”

Fu Qingyao said with a smile: "Let's go to your house to find you after school, now I just bring them over to recognize the way, so as not to get lost in the mountains when we get there." “

Fu Qiyao nodded, "Yes, take them to go inside, it's best not to go to more remote places, and when you want to go, it's best to have someone by your side." ”

The baby from the city has never lived in a mountain village, so he still has to keep an eye on it.

Fu Qingyao had already thought of this, but Fu Qiyao was able to think of this, and I have to say that she was still a little surprised.

In her impression, Fu Qiyao is a typical nerd, and he doesn't pay much attention to the worldly clutter.

"Okay, then Mr. Fu, go in, we won't disturb you."

Bidding farewell to Fu Qiyao, the group left the humble Fujia Village, silent along the way, and Fu Qingyao did not speak.

Walking and walking, I came to the only river in the village, found a huge rock, let everyone climb it, and sat on it without any image.

The rocks are really big, and the four of them don't feel cramped when lying side by side.

The sun has set in the west, and the sun is shining on the surface of the river, with sparkling waves.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.

As the only river in the village, there is naturally farmland not far away.

In the terraced fields, the bent villagers are working, occasionally looking up at their own children not far away, and scolding them twice, telling them to stop playing and remember to cut pigweed.

Fu Qingyao pointed to a piece of land over there, "Those few acres of land used to be my family's, and the next few pieces belonged to the second uncle's family. There are very few fields that can be planted in this mountain. ”

Listening to Xiao Suo's sigh in her words, Su Luoran really wanted to take her into his arms like this, or just hold her hand and tell her that everything is in the past, and there will be him in the future.

But he couldn't, he couldn't even say words of comfort.

For in such a situation, all the consolation is so pale.

They who have not experienced it, what qualifications do they have to use such a condescending tone to say something innocuous and innocuous words.

Besides, Qing Yao was so proud, she was just telling one thing, she didn't care about their sympathy, and she didn't need their comfort.

Yin Qinglin didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand and held her hand.

Fu Qingyao turned her head and smiled, "It's okay, I'm just a little sighing, isn't everything already in the past." I have the ability to take care of the family, let the second uncle's family move out of the mountains, let Ning Hao and them go to college, and everything will be fine. ”

Mo Keyan also stretched out her hand, put it on the back of the two of them, and nodded heavily, "Well, everything will be fine." (To be continued......)